12/11/2008 - It is PINK FLOYD |
CD rotates in the optical drive crazily, the indicator lamp of the job does not glimmer moving the sound, broadcasting Floyd who I can not understand.
It is PINK FLOYD.
The simple one is sketched the contours of black-and-whitely on the envelope, is just a wall, the line of defence that can not be gone beyond forever in the heart together.
The fingernail is nipped one's own skin ruthlessly, until oozing out the blood, the dark red blood is being pestered constantly, nibbling, as the love of pining lovers, is only the injury of the ignorant speech, but pain that the health touched, it is only the residual temperature by the lip, a game and a dream, the past everything turned banishing beautiful completely, not any Israel is immortal.
One's own present state of fear, the writing was changed one's identity suddenly into a feeling of a kind of life and spread this cruel summer at last.
It is unable to continue the writing at all now, every day just stare flankly to the blank paper, or the computer screen that is facing toward giving out light cries, oneself is not a person starting well and ending well after all, though once there was such a hope. A lot of characters, half a a half is thrown away there, cruel or not cruel, unable to continue, because always think oneself too cruel, destroy all illusion beautiful to the love, like " The liquid " These two words, like describing one's own article, unable to solidify, like the lipoprotein that is swung, hated not once treating them carefully by oneself very much, took leave of and did not regard as memory easily at last.
My eyes begin the dust to cheat again, the desperate expression in one's eyes stares on the other shore of the fireworks in full bloom and strange face each other. The confused life 15 years old came back at last, was like a life circulation that can't foresee, those white tablets, the fine arts knife of those crafts, the damage by those lips turns a image completely, like last night, high-visible, the distance was very near, so near that the tentacle can be had.
Squat on the nightstool having a lot of cigarettes, the smog curls up, only smoke camels in the bathroom, the habit formed from 15 years old was not really habit-forming after ten years, the non- sufficient oxygen may let me suffocate at any time, but never give up, even chocked out the tears, should insisted on continuing in this way.
Heard the sound that soul fell at last, heavy.
On today, my birthday of 25 years old, all are just the last commemoration. Have not been getting rid of the shade of those years all the time over the past ten years, so will not like again, because the love is originally lonely, because the love needed rivals, my only rival disappeared in the black and blue injury ten years ago.
Depravity - -Let us go to the end of the world
Live again - -Let we end to go to world go second of
Let us go to one of the ends of the world
While promising Kwan, eyes hold all over tear, he holds me and says wants to give to me happily, I hold the cello and say we will catch up with the happiness together.
Having said good-bye to Shanghai at last, took very small case while leaving away, inside was just all blue cosmetics, there are staves in disorder, shabby CD, beautiful or not beautiful and passing, floating smoke and passing clouds. I at present have gone through the person that loved with me at last after disintegration many times and got togather.
In the Capital Airport, sees a book which calls " odd number " on the shelve, the woman of the front cover looks like me very much, likewise blue pupil, likewise blue nail polish, the likewise blue one does not have a sleeve jacket. Outside 30 centimetres, a woman stands, curly and dense black hair, declining lip, the desperate expression in one's eyes, she smiled towards me unexpectedly suddenly, showed pure white teeth, she says she calls the odd number, the odd number, odd number, then turn round to leave away, not the ensuing chapters.
Print a section of document cases on the front cover, " two hearts will certainly be turned into an odd number, either too crowded or too lonely" .
Printing impressively below " The odd number is written " .
Let us go to end of world go second of together
Determine, leave Beijing at last, this piece I live city for 25.
I tell oneself and leave and get to any city, can all say good-bye to this irritating sandstorm well, only I myself am most clear how they destroy my skin. But when I stand at Hongchiao Airport, I will cry, though the yellow sand not fluttering all over the sky. Left a note to the girl friend, was tired at last, is destined to drift in all one's own life. I should polish every one furniture or ornaments which house bought gently, draw back curtains, let the sunshine penetrate directly, leave the magnificent projection, penetrate truest uncovering directly.
Shanghai is flourishing and desolate - -Zhang Ailing says in this way. |
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